Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep
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Category:
Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,863
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
I'm the fucking king of the world
It feels good.
I didn’t know it would feel this good.
I didn’t…I didn’t know. I do now.
The knife in my hands is slick, the red on the silver of the blade is entrancing, the smell of hot copper and so much meat is…oh it’s like heaven. The beast that’s been gnawing on my insides for so long, that’s been ripping into my brain is sated now.
At peace.
The body between my legs is still warm, still twitching and as I meet the gaze of the man whose blood coats me from head to toe, I can’t help but move against the muscled planes of his stomach. The blood from the wounds there warming the flesh of my pussy so that I cry out and press harder, letting the warmth soak and hit against the nub of my clit.
The man beneath me, my Michael, eyes not yet dead, not yet gone, smiles at me. Lifts his body for me so that I can feel the hardness and heat of him.
Lifting my arms above my head, my back arching and my breath coming in hard, quick pants I plunge the knife home. Again and again until those blue eyes are dead and gone.
It all just feels so damn good.
I didn’t know it would feel this good.
I didn’t…I didn’t know. I do now.
The knife in my hands is slick, the red on the silver of the blade is entrancing, the smell of hot copper and so much meat is…oh it’s like heaven. The beast that’s been gnawing on my insides for so long, that’s been ripping into my brain is sated now.
At peace.
The body between my legs is still warm, still twitching and as I meet the gaze of the man whose blood coats me from head to toe, I can’t help but move against the muscled planes of his stomach. The blood from the wounds there warming the flesh of my pussy so that I cry out and press harder, letting the warmth soak and hit against the nub of my clit.
The man beneath me, my Michael, eyes not yet dead, not yet gone, smiles at me. Lifts his body for me so that I can feel the hardness and heat of him.
Lifting my arms above my head, my back arching and my breath coming in hard, quick pants I plunge the knife home. Again and again until those blue eyes are dead and gone.
It all just feels so damn good.